15. Sophie

15

SOPHIE

M y family goes to the slopes and I convince Soren to sleep. When everyone’s gone, I meander back down to the basement. It’s spotless and I have no idea what he did with the body. Instead of playing a gorey Where’s Waldo I go back upstairs.

Soren’s right; we can’t have another repeat of last night. Almost having sex drove him to a chaotic, risky kill. Now that I have a minute to think, I realize just how bad that is. I’m not sure I’m helping him anymore. He’s the most fascinating person I’ll ever meet, and I don’t want to lose the opportunity to study him. But I can’t ruin his life in the process.

We might need to end our agreement. This hobby doesn’t define him. He has other things in his life—a job, kids. If we never met he might have never become this and now I’m making it worse.

After a couple hours, a text from my family comes in. They’re going out to lunch. Soren’s still asleep on his bed when I crack his door open. His blackout curtains keep the room dark, so it feels like a cave. I sneak into the room quietly. I left my AirPods in bed, but I need some music to work through my thoughts.

“Sophie?” His voice is thick with sleep.

“Sorry,” I mumble. His hand reaches out, wrapping around my wrist. A moment later, I’m pulled into bed and dragged underneath him. He’s not wearing a shirt. My fingers settled on his bare chest. His short golden waves hang as he looks down at me. This is too intimate for two people who can’t get too close.

“We need to talk,” he says. The sleepy rasp in his voice creates a craving inside me. I swallow thickly.

“You’re right. Why did you kill someone last night?”

“I’m not answering that,” he says. I blink up at him in surprise.

“Well, that’s a first. You usually answer all my questions with ease.” I look away quickly; his eyes are too heavy. “If I’m making you worse, then we need to discuss that. Some hard decisions need to be made.” Soren grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. There’s panic in his eyes.

“Are you trying to leave?” He asks. His reaction catches me off guard.

“It might be for the best.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t leave,” he whispers. His mouth is too close. I press harder against his chest. There’s not enough space between us. Why are we having this conversation in bed?

“Don’t I still interest you, Doctor Moore?” He asks.

“It’s not about that,” I whisper. He grabs my face, eyes darting to my lips.

“I need your help again,” he rasps, catching me off guard. His tone sends a shiver up my spine. I grab his biceps as he pulls my face closer to his.

“Do you feel like killing again already?” I whisper.

“Be a good therapist for me.” His lips settle against mine, and I melt into his hard body.

“Soren?” My voice breaks. He only reels me in closer, smashing my chest against his. His mouth trails up to my ear.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks.

“No.”

“Then why are you trying to leave?”

“I’m making you worse.”

“Oh, Sophie, you aren’t,” he sighs.

“Aren’t I? I crossed a line we both agreed to, and it drove you to kill.”

“I was scared you were going to leave. That’s why I killed someone.”

“But… what? Why?” I ask.

“Because you said not to fuck you, and I nearly did,” he admits. I sigh. This is a mess. “Are you going to leave?”

“I don’t want to leave, Soren. It’s the last thing I want. So if that’s what’s concerning you, then stop. I won’t bring up leaving again.” His hips press against mine, and I feel his erection between my thighs. I suck in a breath.

“You’re not going to leave?”

“No,” I say. His hand slides into my panties, and his fingers curl inside me.

“Are you leaving?” He whispers the question against my neck.

“I’m not leaving,” I rasp. I’m shaking underneath him.

“Even if I cross a line?” He whispers. His fingers press deeper inside me. I suck in a sharp breath, digging my fingers into his bicep.

“I’m not leaving, Soren.”

“You shouldn’t have told me that.” His fingers pump in and out. “What’s to stop me now?”

“I’ll still help you… control your urges.” It’s getting hard to talk with his hand inside me.

“Not killing, Sophie. What’s to stop me from fucking you?” He breathes heavily against my throat while I squirm on his hand. All my arguments against this are scrambled in my head.

“You want it, Doctor Moore. You begged for it,” he rasps. His thumb settles on my clit, rolling in circles as his fingers keep pumping. I press my mouth into his shoulder to muffle my sounds.

Slowly, he draws the orgasm out of me. I give him soft moans as my hands drag down his chest. I whisper his name as he buries his face in my hair. The blankets hide us as he slowly pulls our clothes off.

His cock presses against my entrance, just like it had last night. We’d been so terribly close that just the thought had sent me over.

“We shouldn’t,” I whisper.

“I know.” Then he presses inside me. I claw at his back as he sinks into my body. He groans.

“Such a good therapist,” he rasps, grabbing my hips and sinking in as far as he can. “I promise this will do wonders for my mental health.” He flashes me a smile before sitting up. He throws the blanket off us. There’s no more hiding what we’ve done.

“What about protection,” I gasp as he starts to rock. My eyes trail over his body. With him kneeling between my legs, I can see just how achingly hot he is.

“We’ll worry about that another time,” he groans. “You feel better than I could have imagined. I promise I’ll last longer next time.”

“I’m not doing this again,” I whisper.

“Yes, you are.” Soren’s fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down the length of his cock. “Oh, Sophie,” he groans. His breath hitches as he pulls me off and then drags me back down. His muscles pop as he maneuvers me with ease.

“Move for me, baby.” His thumb presses to my clit and rubs. When I start to writhe, he drops his head back and groans. With determination, he makes me come again. He shifts his hips, pressing his cock in as deep as possible while I rock my body in pleasure.

“Good girl.”. His body weighs mine into the bed as he settles over me. His thrusts hit at the perfect angle.

“I think I love you, Doctor Moore.” A shudder rolls up his body as I clench. His words are evil. They make me feel too much.

“You don’t,” I rasp.

“I really do,” he insists. He kneels, dragging me upright into his lap. Delicately, he lines up and presses on my hips, making me sink all the way down. At this angle, it's easy for him to shove his hand in my hair and kiss me.

His hips rock up, and Soren groans into my mouth as he chases his pleasure. He fucks into me fast and desperate. My arms wrap around his shoulders, holding on.

“You still won’t leave even now that I’ve fucked you?” He pants between thrusts.

“I won’t.”

His breath hitches, his hands scrambling for my hips. He presses me down tightly on his cock. I gasp at the depth.

Soren groans against my throat as he comes. His grip on my hips is unforgiving as he spills inside me.

“Oh no,” he rasps. “I’ve come in my therapist.”